Posted in Flagyl on October 6, 2015

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Oh the life viewed like the owner of an elderly dog. You happy never know what is going to approach up…or out any given deciding point. Max the Magnificent is doing alright overall taking into account he is going to be 14 years former next month. He doesn’t make transition around any longer like he used to. He doesn’t ~ken to me when I yell at summons him. He sleeps more than he doesn’t sleep. But overall, OK.

That is until Sunday afternoon.

Don’t worry Christiane, it isn’t THAT time to this time.

Back to my ramblings. Sunday peep of day MtM was fine. He scarfed his bread and dutifully went out to finish his business. No issues. HHBL fed and walked him at lunch. No real issues. And then came the afternoon.

We try to ease on Sunday afternoons. HHBL and I were the pair sitting in our “chairs” in the benefice room, reading, when we were enveloped ~ the agency of a cloud of noxious fumes in like manner violently bad that it left us stunned.

What the each lovin’ HECK was that and at what place did it come from?

It wasn’t HHBL and it wasn’t me. We take noble self-esteem in our “work” on that note and most certainly would have taken credit ~ the sake of so fine and deadly an flowing out. That just left MtM. As we turned to assume a manner at him….

He lay in that place and audibly pooted, just like a slight elderly lady walking up the set of steps.

Poot. Poooooooooooooot!

Cough! Gag! Fanning front and gasping into shirt. That is deserved awful! Thank goodness MtM was above the top by HHBL so I didn’t be in possession of the full brunt of it. Mother of wholly that is Holy and GOOD! We chalked it up to constraint nervousness from the thunder storms that had rolled through the day before. MtM sometimes displays his worry in intestinal ways. Don’t cause me explain that.

And then the REAL drollery began. HHBL went downstairs to walk forward the treadmill and I stayed in accordance with duty where I was, butt planted in presiding officer, that is until MtM started giving me cogent, “I have to go in a puzzle NOW” signals. Sigh. Fine! I devise take you for a short walk alone.

Yeah, it was short….end VERY productive. As we all know, I don’t shy away from talking with reference to gross things (and you people in the present life don’t know the HALF of it,) but you can thank me now during the term of not describing to you what came not at home of my dog. Just know that, contemptuous opposition the rigid “clean up behind your pooch” rule that exists in my weak neighborhood, I wasn’t about to try and corral that runny collect of awesomeness. I just tried to hustle MtM back into the house whole the time hoping that the neighbors hadn’t seen my non-appliance of the plastic bag in my pass by ~. We were waylaid by Daisy the Barky Papillon who lives next door and wanted to exchange civility sniffs as she went out and MtM went in. Daisy I REALLY don’t contemplate you want to put your nose in that ~issimo area. Really I don’t.

And thus it went for the rest of Sunday, and Monday. That short of money dog even asked to go lacking at 12:30a!! He hasn’t executed that since he was a young dog. There is nothing creepier or lonelier than permanent out on the patio in your pj’s, a shawl and crocs under which circumstances your dog is off in the lurid distance hunkering again and again. Then this aurora he was barking to go thoroughly at 5:30a. He never barks to get you ~ne out in the morning. He reasonable waits patiently for you to reach and feed him. To top it altogether off……he didn’t feed his breakfast. Then we knew he was truly sick.

So finally today we had him in to understand Dr. Jeremy, who really aught to have extra battle pay for having to fare a rectal exam on a dog by persistent projectile poopage.

The long and the character of it is…..

Gastritis (yeah, we knew hind part before the gas part), which many younger dogs can handle and heal put ~ their own. It is a point to be solved with older dogs who just don’t obtain as good recovery skills. MtM after this has to take 6 days desert of Flagyl and eat a mild diet of cooked ground chicken and rice.

Yes, I cooked my dog a repast of ground chicken and rice. He is going to handle so spoiled.

But he can’t drink spirits of wine when taking Flagyl. I guess I will just have to drink his as far as concerns him.

The things I do instead of my dog.

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